#trostengel

[trostengel]

[dilutedaspirations]

It's quiet in the castle mostly.

Opal was just a bit bleary eyed dragging the keyblade Starlight along as they sing to her a little bit a few questions.

Like, where is she going? Is she finally going to talk to her kids? Face what she's been running away from?

No. It doesn't seem that way, that fainf ozone smell wrinkling her nose as she passes her room. Lydia's room too.

Opal wants to sleep in a bed for once. But it can't be her own. A place no one would look for her for now.

So she bristles up and releases a heavy breath at the name plaque of "David", tapping the doorknob with her key to unlock it and head inside.

It's been a while since she's been in this room. There's some foggy memories now but she goes to curl up on the bed but notices...

It's empty.

"... Wasn't he sleeping here?"

Her key sings another question.

"Someone ... That I loved very much."

A frown, but sleep is still heavy on the mind so she just tries to shrug it off and curl up on the bed. Starlight against the nightstand keeping watch.

[dilutedaspirations]

1, 14, 15!! ans if you dont wanna do all three just pick your fave ))

1 … a goddess. 

I am the goddess of this temple the mortals fashioned for me. Every day, they come to my throne, built for me, and offer up all sorts of fruit and flesh alike. I was never exactly fond of what was given. I have no need of meat, and yet I am given roast lamb. I have no need of fruit and yet I am given fine wine. 

These mortals surely know I have no need of anything, not even this temple yes? And yet here I am. Almost held here to appease these people and be sure their crops are plentiful. Not that my presence already doesn’t make everything around my grace imbued with fertility. Some even think I enjoy the carnal pleasures, and that day I showed my wrath.

As a gift to me, the mortals wished for strong boys to become great workers, soldiers, whatever they need. Normally, some live slaughter would be given but today it was some poor sniveling boy. A foreign, thin little thing, hair of snow and eyes of the deepest apples… To see this poor boy offered like some pig sparked something. Something primal. The mortals were cowering, and the little thing could only fall upon his knees and await the end. 

I granted him sanctuary. To be treated as equal. The others would face a year of famine. To understand that whilst I was bound to these lands by their grubbing ancestors, I am still their god.

And you should never anger your gods.

14 … a queen.

I am the queen of a relatively peaceful kingdom. My knights protect the borders, my birds send my messages, and my peasants are peaceful. Some grow old and fat in bliss, others grow old and weary but the lands are generally at peace.

I keep a private collection of pets. Birds, of all shapes and sizes grace my chambers. Only few slaves get to see them, are graced to clean my quarters and keep everything tidy.

Upon the throne I sit, I keep two of my most prized birds with me. One is a rather large and friendly raven, to symbolize my power over the Deity of Death. He tends to sit upon my shoulder, and never leaves my side. My other pet always upon my right is a peacock. Mild mannered, and always upon my lap. Always watching. Always protective. He shows my control over the Deity of Emotions. Both the lands and my own are all under my thumb. As any good Queen’s should be.

This is my domain. No one would unsettle my rule. Until a little bird one day decided to speak to me. 

15 … a slave.

I was once the queen of a great kingdom. One that was all powerful, I was practically a god! All until the reign I knew was nothing more than demons damaging me. My rule. My family. Myself.

The birds around me were nothing but demons, pretending to be gods of old that watched me. The filthy things. They spoke as if we were equals. As if they consider me their brethren. The nerve!

I had banished them. All the demons. Even my own pets claimed themselves gods... The castle had never been more empty after that day. And there I was. Rotting away for months until the village decided to permanently wipe away every facet of my reign. To spit in my face further, they took me in.

They bound, brutalized, and beaten me. I starved three days. I was above these peasants. Even as they make me hang in the fields to keep the crows away for even they don’t want meat tainted by demon touch.

I always live far too close to that sweet embrace, but the town will not allow it. They feed and water me so close to darkness it is nothing short of cruel.

The days I miss my demons I burn my hands on the fires fueled by the curtains holding my own crest. I am numb to this pain... At least I pretend to be.

Alas. I was once a proud queen, ruling this land as is my right. And now I am nothing more than a piece of discarded foul meat to be worked.

The Gods must laugh at me.

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why would you say that now theyre gonna blog EVEN MORE porn

I thought they would stop, I have made a grave error.

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[dilutedaspirations]

13 ouo))

13. What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker?

Well, in her current state Opal sleeps when she feels it’s pretty safe and will usually lightly rest. Though if given the chance, she will be in deep sleep faster than you can say “what”. Since they aren’t sensitive to temperature with the large form, they don’t really care about blankets, and prefer to curl around their partner.

If we’re talking about when she’s forced into a much smaller form, then she is a heavy sleeper all the way with some bouts of snoring. She doesn’t roll, but she is a huge kicker, and may leave the other person in bed with bruises. She will steal blankets, on top of the five heavy ones she needs to sleep since she’s very sensitive to cold.